Not quite smuggling, but close. Many years ago I was asked at the northbound crossing at San Ysidro what I was bringing back. The wife and I had a
bottle of Orendain Ollitas tequila and a six pack of Carta Blanca (the old shorty bottles with the opener in the bottom because, as the saying goes,
one good thing leads to another).
As it turned out, six 12-ounce bottles was more than a liter (I never was good at math), so we got sent to secondary. The guy in secondary told me
that I had to get rid of the three beers that put us over the limit, pointing to a wooden rack that you're supposed to put the open bottles on to
drain out.
I asked if he wouldn't mind if I drank them instead. He said, "I don't give a damn what you do with them." So, I hung out in secondary for a bit,
knocked back the three beers, waved goodbye and hopped on the freeway. Probably wouldn't turn out the same way these days. |